MTL NOVEL Chapter 69
Chapter 69: Darksoul’s Daybreak [1]
The “Bliss” stored within this goddess statue was abundant; if it could be extracted, it would be more than enough for even “Bliss III” or “Bliss IV”!
The only issue was that it seemed to lack a certain “flavor.”
Through the connection he had made earlier, Dak gained preliminary contact with the “Bliss” contained within the goddess statue.
– It feels like something is missing, but I can’t put my finger on it.
It might be due to a difference in quality, or perhaps it lacks or has too much of some critical element.
In any case, it differs slightly from Dak’s own “Bliss.”
This might be why the “Bliss” within the goddess statue can be used to create flower cards.
“I still need more knowledge!” Dak couldn’t help but sigh.
Learning doesn’t happen overnight; knowledge requires time to accumulate.
One cannot be too hasty.
“Tomorrow, I’ll come back tomorrow night.”
After making up his mind, Dak didn’t stay much longer in the temple. He felt he needed to find Professor Kazel and borrow back that thought bottle.
…
Exiting the secret passage was much faster than entering it.
Mainly because Dak found Wit, who was holding his bottom and limping, and followed him through a shortcut.
By the time they exited the secret passage, it was almost midnight.
Dak quickly parted ways with Wit, managing to return to the tower of the Noble Academy before curfew.
Overall, this night outing went smoothly.
Although he lost one flower card and one “Bliss I,” there were more Bliss series waiting for him.
So, Dak slept rather well.
…
In contrast,
Wit slept very uneasily.
He barely made it back to the dormitory before the Knight Academy’s tower was locked, further splitting his already injured bottom, making things worse.
But thinking about the black-clad gentleman he encountered in the secret passage, this pain was nothing.
“He doesn’t seem to be part of the sect. He must have entered for reasons other than those of the sect members.”
“Damn it, who is he?”
“I originally wanted to catch him and interrogate him, but…”
Thus, Wit spent the entire night sleeping on his stomach.
…
A warm breeze blew through the door.
As sunlight shone in, the cat plant, which was particularly sensitive to light, opened its eyes before Dak.
When Dak woke up, he found his face wet…
He helplessly placed the cat plant back in the small sleep basket on the bedside table and got up to wash.
“I feel quite refreshed.”
Dak looked in the mirror, then summoned a “Trash Slime” to apply to his face, instantly feeling more energized.
Today’s “The Wise One Daily” carried a different wind.
Dak sat alone in the common room reading the newspaper. The headline was highlighted in color, featuring photos of the three princess sisters.
The eldest princess was gentle and virtuous, while the two younger twin princesses were incredibly cute.
“The Wise One Daily” announced the itinerary of the three princesses for Halloween, stating they would represent the royal family at the Halloween ball at Saint Maryann Academy.
Politically speaking, this was a clear gesture of goodwill.
Since Principal Altair agreed, it also indicated their stance.
On a page below the main article, there was also a photo of the eldest prince.
The eldest prince would attend the Halloween ritual at the Secret Rite Academy the night before Halloween.
“Have these two factions already clearly declared their stances?”
Dak frowned slightly.
Whether it was external warfare or internal strife, he did not wish to see it.
But humans have always been such creatures.
As long as they are alive, they will never stop fighting.
“Sip—”
Taking a sip of black tea, Dak put down the newspaper.
He was a staunch dove, but he wasn’t opposed to some hawkish decisions.
But since the Valkyrie was the leader of the doves, her son naturally stood firmly behind her.
However, he was only 12 years old, and over the next six years, most of his time would be spent at Saint Maryann Academy, so external matters were not closely related to him.
Instead of worrying about those, it would be better to think about how much of a stir the news of the three princesses attending the Halloween ball would cause!
“Eliza and Anna, Angie? I remember they don’t get along with me.”
“Mm, just right.”
…
The first class on Wednesday was potion class.
Dak arrived early at the classroom and saw Wit enter from the back door with Robert’s support.
“This child, his bottom is nearly split open. Why doesn’t he go to the infirmary? Sister Carrian would probably be happy to give him an analgesic shot, wouldn’t she?”
Dak turned away, laughing heartlessly.
Wit and Robert both suffered injuries within a day, walking with grimaces.
“Sis!”
Wit carefully sat down but still clenched his teeth in pain.
Robert said helplessly, “Endure it. You were careless and fell yourself. You didn’t want to go to the infirmary. Actually, Sister Carrian isn’t as scary as rumored. She’s quite nice.”
“No,” Wit hurriedly said, “I just fell. I’ll adapt soon and it won’t hurt anymore.”
When class started, Professor Thompson noticed his grimacing during class and called him up to the podium.
Wit endured the pain to complete the task and came down looking green-faced.
…
The second class was summoning spell class.
Professor Shylph brought a practice “summoning card” that could react to summoning spells, suitable for practicing sacrificial summoning spells.
The young magi excitedly recited the summoning spells, conjuring one big light ball after another.
Before class ended, Professor Shylph informed the students that they could buy a set of “summoning cards” for 100 credits for practice, but fewer than one-third of them actually bought them.
…
Of course, Dak bought them.
His credits visibly increased.
Both helping Robert and the multiplication table provided him with a lot of points.
What mattered most was that these summoning cards were truly useful. He found that his usual summoning spell could now be shortened to under six seconds, and although he had just started learning sacrificial summoning spells, he was progressing quickly.
Last night’s instant battle with Wit further reinforced his understanding of the importance of summoning spells.
In battles between magi, every second counts. Only by compressing the casting time and cooldown of summoning spells to the limit can one avoid falling behind in battle.
…
After class, Dak took a deep breath and went again to Professor Kazel’s office.
He didn’t mention last night’s events, merely borrowing a thought bottle from the professor.
When the professor casually asked, he smiled and said his experiment had progressed, finding the thought bottle convenient.
Professor Kazel encouraged him a few words and continued grading homework.
They didn’t discuss the flower card matter again.
After leaving the office, Dak went to the canteen for a meal, then returned to the dormitory, carrying the mana dropper and various instruments, heading to the secret passage.
During the day!